Last night, husband slept better. He did, however, wake me up at 4 AM, telling me the sewer had backed up. I flew out of bed, legs a little wobbly from being woke from a sound sleep. Ran into the bathroom and found....nothing. Clean as a whistle. What?
First off, I don't think we are on a sewer system, second, he was hallucinating. Love me some hallucinations. At 4 AM.
At 6:30 this morning, I opened my eyes to find husband staring in my face. If you've ever experienced that, you know what I mean. His eyes were wild looking, big, round and very strange. He said, "Hey, you, I have to go to the bathroom. Can you show me where it is?"
Yep, I've become, "hey you". That started, I think, Thursday.
I looked up Alzheimer's brain vs normal brain yesterday. There were many views. It wasn't a pretty sight. Each time I looked at the damaged brain views, I wondered what his looks like now. Going to call Dr A's office today, leave a message for Dr to call me back. I am going to ask if I can come in and view his MRI from Saturday night. Knowing Dr A, he'll probably say yes. Call me morbid, call me whatever, but, I do want to see it. Also, by the results of the MRI, Dr can tell me just how long husband has left. Months? By the way he is now, probably.
And so, ladies and gentlemen, the saga of our life continues. I am feeling better, got some sleep, ready to face the day.
Rather, ready or not, the day has begun.